Conversations Interrupted

Words swirl; locked in the mind,
A thousand definitions; fleeting,
Hundreds of meanings,
Angst, choose one, listen.

Say something; make sense,
Replies trapped inside cranium cave-ins,

Gaze behind bright eyes,
See their thoughts, remind the
Consciousness of relevance.

By: Paul L.


About Paul L.

Practitioner of Prosody. Most of the poems are works in progress. I’m a perfectionist. My observations are generally my opinions and the rest, I write for myself.
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